While Scrimgeour was visiting the Prime Minister's Palace, he wanted to vaccinate the Muggle Prime Minister against the large number of wizards entering the country due to the events in the second half of the year. Just 4.5 miles east of the Prime Minister's Office, a terrible explosion scared everyone along the Tame River.

Yes, even Maca, who happened to be on her way down the River Tym to the next Muggle family, was startled by the loud noise.

It was just a time when the Death Eaters were not captured before they surrendered, and explosions and so on were commonplace, but what is going on now? Just look at the fire and smoke in the distance, and you can see that the scale of the explosion is really not a small matter!

Maca stood there and only thought for a moment, then immediately put a phantom spell on herself to hide her body, and then went straight to the scene of the incident.

Judging by the location, the place where the smoke was billowing was Canary Wharf, located in the middle of the River Tham. And when Maca got closer, he immediately heard a mixture of screams and wails, which poured into his ears in the distance.

"That's ...... Shopping centre? ”

Right at the entrance of the Churchill Square shopping centre, several pieces of debris that had long been unrecognizable were scattered along the edge of the square, leaving a blackened scorch mark on the badly damaged ground.

Nearby, the panicked Muggle crowd squeezed out as hard as they could, screaming and screaming one after another.

However, those who can run are actually lucky.

Because the source of the explosion was so close to the gate of the shopping mall, not only was the door full of flying brick and stone debris inside and outside, but even the windows on the second and third floors were shattered. And on the ground there, people lying and moaning can be seen almost everywhere, and some are simply motionless, and they don't know whether they are dead or alive.

Bloodstains, dust, smoke, and ruins are devastated, and it looks like a picture of hell on earth.

Maca had just landed on the roof of the surrounding buildings, and when she saw that the scene was so miserable, she immediately hesitated.

He didn't feel any traces of magic here—it stands to reason that if it was magic, the fluctuations in mana left over from the explosion must have been quite noticeable. It follows that the explosion was not caused by wizards, but rather a pure Muggle incident.

As far as the wizarding world's principles for responding to emergencies in the Muggle world are concerned, he should not interfere now, whether it is to save people with good intentions or to rob while the fire is burning, it is not allowed. Of course, even if he didn't care about the constraints of the Ministry of Magic, he knew that if he wanted to choose to intervene in an event of this magnitude, the final work would not be easy.

"Huh?"

He was hesitating when his brow furrowed slightly, and his deep eyes were thrown straight behind the black wreckage near the center of the explosion. There, he faintly sensed the slightest remnant of mana fluctuations.

Yes, it seems...... It doesn't seem like there's not a trace of magic here!

If this was actually about wizards, then he didn't need to be so scrupulous. Maca was only slightly startled, and immediately flew down there quickly.

As Maca stepped past the black wreckage that had been blown beyond recognition, and landed lightly not far away, a mass of corpses that had been blown up like the wreckage was also blurred by the blow-up, huddled on the ground in the opposite direction of the explosion.

From the marks on the ground, it can be seen that there should have been some obstacles behind the corpse to resist the damage, but in the previous violent explosion, it was completely destroyed, leaving only a small patch of gray on the ground.

"It's-"

Maca couldn't help but furrow her brow even tighter when she looked closely. Not only that, but when he saw the scene on the ground, he spat out a very rare swear word.

With a wave of his hand, he left a vision distraction in the small area, and he hurried two quick steps to the corpse. This person must not be saved, even a wizard who claims to be able to heal any external injury quickly, it is impossible to revive a person who is already dead.

But what Maca cares about at the moment is another life hidden in this man's arms.

The corpse's body had already been blown to pieces, and a large amount of dark red blood had even soaked the ground, not to mention the terrible appearance of its body. But Maca didn't care about the flesh staining her robe and hands, and quickly pulled the corpse away.

It was a boy in his early teens at most, covered in dust and blood. Maca gave him a quick check, and there was nothing missing from head to toe.

"Is that really the case?"

The child was still in a deep coma, with a slight magical fluctuation pulsating in his body, as if he had fallen into a fainting due to mental overdraft. But on his body, there was not the slightest scar, and even the exposed arms and ankles were intact. As for the blood, it was all brought to him by the corpse that guarded him.

I have to say that this is really an indescribable coincidence.

Maca himself was in a car accident and had a magical rampage until Dumbledore told him that he could learn the truth; And this kid also got the same encounter as Maca in an explosion.

It's the same vicious accident, it's the same without my knowledge, and it's even the same ......

Maca casually cast a medical spell to check her physical condition, targeting the corpse he had pulled away, which was indeed a woman.

“…… Luck and misfortune can sometimes be the same thing, can't it? ”

The so-called misfortune is naturally the death of the mother; And the so-called luck is his own survival. Life is precious, and mercy is more on those who are still alive - this is exactly what Dumbledore learned about life.

After silently returning the unharmed boy to his mother's arms, Maca, who had recovered from the scene, remained incognito and moved away from the location. In order to avoid the Muggle police from seeing the abnormality, he also specially adjusted the position of the child's mother and protected the boy in his arms.

There are still irrationalities, but let the so-called "miracle" explain it!

He stood in the distance and looked at the distance, the siren was already ringing in his ears, but he did not leave the place immediately.

It was undoubtedly a Muggle disaster, and the black wreckage at the center of the explosion looked a bit like the chassis of some kind of large vehicle. Maca couldn't help but speculate that this might have been a man-made car bomb (1).

But in the midst of this typical Muggle disaster, there was a small sprout of the wizarding world, which inevitably made Maca feel emotional.

As for the truth of this incident......

"Later...... Should I tell this boy this nonsense fact? ”

When she heard Dumbledore tell the truth in person, Maca only cared about her complicated feelings, but she didn't have more leisure to think about Dumbledore's feelings. Now that it was his turn, he finally realized the unspeakable hesitation.

People often understand that it takes courage to go through misery; But they often don't know that sometimes it takes a real courage to tell the tragedy.

It didn't take long for the police and ambulances to rush to the scene, busily pulling up the isolation strip and hurrying to help the more seriously injured but had time to save them. For a moment, the place fell into another kind of chaos mixed with order.

Just as Maca was standing in the shade of a tree on the other side of the square, looking at the chaos on the other side and contemplating himself, he noticed a more obvious wave of magic power coming into his range from behind.

When he looked back, the source of the magic fluctuation turned out to be an acquaintance.

"Isn't this the Minister?" Maca raised an eyebrow slightly, "How did he end up here...... Oh? Yes! ”

Appearing in the shadow of the building not far away was none other than the Minister of Magic, Mr. Scrimgeour. But he wasn't alone today, but with a white-haired and bespectacled Muggle man by his side.

Although the man in a suit and leather shoes looked very imposing, even ignoring his pale hair, it was difficult to see that he was actually very old. But it was a Muggle after all—when Maca first sensed the fluctuation in mana, the familiar old gentleman wasn't there.

Maca thought about it and simply walked over.

"Mr. Scrimthour?" Maca, who was showing her figure on the side, casually greeted Mr. Minister, but scared the old gentleman to the shoulder.

"Is it Mr. McLean?" Scrimgeour saw that it was Maca, and a hard smile immediately appeared on his face, although it was actually better not to smile, "Were you around here when the explosion happened?" What did you find? ”

As a wizard who climbed up from the head of the Auror office, he habitually wanted to ask about the case when he saw it happening.

"Yes! I was walking along the banks of the Tym just now—some little work at school," Maka explained slightly, "...... As soon as I heard the explosion, I followed the fire. You see, it was probably the wreckage of a car's chassis, which I thought was a premeditated bombing...... Muggles, of course. ”

"It must be that damn 'IRA (2)'...... again," the old man complained in a low voice, probably thinking he was soft enough, but Marca and Scrimgeour both heard it.

Of course, they didn't care about Muggle-to-Muggle disputes.

"Oh, is this the current Muggle Prime Minister?" "This is a rare big man, Prime Minister, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

He held out his hand to him as he spoke.

Note (1): The car bomb was a real attack at Canary Wharf in London, which actually killed two people and injured more than 200 people, and the specific date of occurrence was 9 February 1996, which is postponed for a period of time in this book. Note (2): IRA, the full name is Irish Republican Army, I won't explain much about it, if you want to know, please check it yourself......